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As it was, his weapons hand was working perfectly. He aimed, fired.
The force of the blast blew Dr. Brisbane out the door through the balcony's railing, and over the edge.
He looked down at his arm, saw it covered in blood. His commlink squawked, demanding his attention. It had, he realized dimly, been squawking for quite a long time now.
"Xris, can you hear me? Xris, dammit! Are you all right?"
It was Rowan. She sounded frantic, worded.
"I'm okay," he said, gritting his teeth against the pain of his wounds. "I'm on the balcony with the negative wave device. Its operators are dead--"
"But the device is alive and well!" Rowan was panting, breathless, almost screaming at him. "It's almost up to full power. You've got to shut it off now! Xris! Now!"
Harry was still fighting. Xris could hear the two men, but he couldn't take time to help. He dragged himself to the device, stared at it. Lights were blinking; his augmented hearing was picking up an annoying whining sound. Frantically he searched, but couldn't find anything that vaguely resembled a switch.
"Turn it off!" Rowan yelled.
"How?" Xris yelled back.
A pause. He could hear her consulting with Quong. Xris ground his teeth. Hurry ... hurry ...
Quong sounded troubled. "The switch should be plainly visible."
"You come look for it, then!"
Pain jabbed him. Xris sucked in his breath
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